[sulle note di Un mondo d’amore – Gianni Morandi]
C’è un grande prato verde
dove nasce della roba
che si chiama Marijuana
quello è il grande prato della gioia.
UNO! Non calpestare l’erba,
ma fumala
DUE! Fuma nero fuma sano
solo pakistano
TRE! L’erba del vicino
è sempre la più buona
QUATTRO! Chi non fuma in compagnia
non è figlio di Maria
Ma se la sera tu vedrai
la Marini intelligente
Celentano colto
allora vuole dire che
Taste the Pain
flat on my back
in a lonely sprawl
i stare at the ceiling
'cause i can not fall
asleep tonight
no not at all
head lights flash
across my bedroom wall
crying eyes open
'cause i can not fall
in love with you
no not at all
walk away and taste the pain
come again some other day
aren't you glad you weren't afraid
funny how the price gets paid
walk away and taste the pain
come again some other day
aren't you glad you weren't afraid
funny how the price gets paid
busted in two
like a brittle stick
i can not drink
because my throat constricts
lovesick from you
that will never do
open my mouth
i couldn't make a sound
i could not scream
no
i could not shout
it out to you
nothing to do
walk away and taste the pain
come again some other day
aren't you glad you weren't afraid
funny how the price gets paid
walk away and taste the pain
come again some other day
aren't you glad you weren't afraid
funny how the price gets paid
this may come as a shocking surprise
i have to take a walk
i have to kiss it goodbye
goodbye my love
goodbye my love
i am not alive
walk away and taste the pain
come again some other day
aren't you glad you weren't afraid
funny how the price gets paid
walk away and taste the pain
come again some other day
aren't you glad you weren't afraid
funny how the price gets paid
funny how the price gets paid